I've done it again, Took the pain from inside,
And placed it on my arm.
The pain it brings,
Hurts like the pain inside,
But I can't show my fears,
Another time.
Because these cuts hold,
All that i ever feel,
Even though there all,
My fears.
These are my suicidal tears,
That cry in an empty space,
There are no tears,
That you can see,
But they are always there.
I've done it again,
Lost all my control,
Took the pain form inside,
And placed it on my arm.
The pain it brings,
Hurts like the pain inside,
But I can't show my fears,
Another time.

ok

Explanation:

Well i've tried to end my life twice it didn't work so now i'm here to tell you your fine and stop.

Explanation:

There’s a company that turns dead bodies into an ocean reef.

the first option is ur answer : )

"professions for women essay. woolf means that women still have to hide behind lies, like a fake name, to have a book published. she believes the surmounting this obstacle is more difficult because women were not seen as equals in the 1930’s they were more seen as property of the husband or father."

(i know this wasn't that much so my